Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.